Ichigo knew that Ishida had an almost unhealthy obsession for capes…but this was carrying things too far- way way beyond unhealthy- in fact, so far, the word 'unhealthy' was in the danger of disappearing.
Trying to undo the reflex spasm that had overwhelmed his facial muscles, he forced a grimace on his face and surveyed his classmate's room again.
Capes for bed sheets- check, capes- for curtains-check, table cloth- check, blanket for plushy toys (?)-check, carpet-check…
"Nothing weird." Said Ichigo forcefully to himself. "He's just different, that's all. Yeah. This is all done probably to show off or something. Hm…"
"Amazing!" Orihime whirled past, eyes wide.
Sado nodded and followed her.
Ichigo turned to Rukia for help. At least one person should share his feelings, right?
Rukia was staring at the carpet which had weird bunnies drawn on it.
Damn! The Quincy's more strategic than I thought.
Ichigo turned and stepped back hastily.
"Is something wrong, Kurosaki?" Ishida asked pleasantly, being the polite boy he was.
Ichigo frantically shook his head and opening a drawer that happened to be there, grabbed a –yes- cape and said hastily,
"Um…I was admiring this. What is it?"
"My shroud. I designed it myself."
A spasm overtook his hands and the cape dropped ti the ground.
"Hm…"
Note- never ever come to Ishida's house again.
"Anyway," Ishida's voice broke into Ichigo's thought. "The reason I called you all here. I want to form a club – The Cape Brotherhood. Would you mind joining – Kurosaki?"
In dismay, Ishida surveyed the wall which had an Ichigo-shaped hole in it.